"hey, hey fuckboy. i have absolutely no idea where i'm supposed to go."
"Where are you?"
"I'm in my car."
"in China?"
"No, in New York!"
"we haven't talked in three days, and you're still not here?"
"fuckboy, patience. patience is key."
"If patience is key, then i've lost the damn key because i'm 100% done with your bullshit."
"so you don't want me to come? lit. i DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS FOR YOU. I COULD BE HOME DROWNING MY SORROWS IN RAMEN!"
"ooh ramen!"
"fuckboY!"
"if you don't start calling me Luhan i s2g i will forget that you exist."
"IF YOU WOULD'VE FORGOTTEN MY EXISTENCE WHEN I TOLD YOU TO, WE WOULDN'T BE HAVE THIS PROBLEM, LU--OH FUCK IT."
"I seriously want you over here but you gotta stop being so dramatic."
"Luhan, i can't help it. i have a degree in bitchology. so i can't help how i act oKAY !"
"that's terrible. when are you cumming again?"
"did you type coming like that on purpose?"
"LMAO no xD blame autocorrect, fuckgirl."
"you know what, i'm coming tomorrow because i don't feel like looking at you today."
"same here, fuckgirl, same here."
